Retro - Paradise (feat. Robyn B.) Lyrics

I'm gone take you to paradise
I'm gone take you to paradise
Ooh yeah
Girl hop on this plane to paradise
Don't worry bout nothing I paid the price
Sit back and relax and enjoy the flight
We leaving today and be there tonight
Up in our zone girl you know that we in it
Speed off in the 'Rari the windows was tinted
Stacking up them bands running through them digits
Count up them 100 them 20 them 50
Designer on the belt matching j's
On our feet
All up in the mirror posting pictures on the ig
Finna take you back to the room going sloppy
Ima make the neighbors know my name on this island
Up on this island somewhere in the hills
We balling all season we play in the fields
She play for the packers I play for the bills
I know she gone ride when the shit get real aye
And I feel your energy
Put a smile on your face girl you know it's my pedigree
When it come down to me
Keep on grinding and shining until the whole world can see
We can't not lose now that we winning
Bought her Prada, Gucci, can't forget Fendi
Took her to the mall and I told her spend it
Two doors on the cope and you know it's not rented aye
I'm gone take you to paradise
I'm gone take you to paradise
I'm gone take you to paradise
I'm gone take you to paradise
Just got a bag ima blow it aye
Running through the money like Floyd aye
Drip on my so hard aye
Took off on these niggas from the start aye
Now taking trips up to paradise
Bust down on my neck you could see the ice
Flip it all over and count it twice
(Umh hmm)
Get it all from the backend
Making money do a back bend
Came a long way from trappen
Feds watching they gone tap in
She keep it 100 ima keeping it trill
Got cash in the bank and I take out a mill
We blowing this money like I sign a deal
I know she gone ride when the shit get real aye
And I feel your energy
Put a smile on your face girl you know it's my pedigree
When it up come down to me
Keep on grinding and shining until the whole world could see
We can not lose now that we winning
Bought her Prada, Gucci, can't forget Fendi
Took her to the mall and I told her go spend it
Two doors on the coupe and you know it's not rented aye
I'm gone take you to paradise
I'm gone take you to paradise
I'm gone take you to paradise
I'm gone take you to paradise
Touch down in your city
Yea yea
Know it's been a min
Yea yea
Your body so pretty
Yea yea
And ima bout to get it yeah aye
You know that I don't give a damn aye
Your body sweeter than some yams aye
Round for round pound for pound aye
Beat it up breaking it down aye
Touch down in your city
Yea yea
Know it's been a min
Yea yea
Your body so pretty
Yea yea
And I'm bout to get it yeah aye
You know that I don't give a damn aye
Your body sweeter than some yams aye
Round for round pound for pound aye
Beat it up breaking it down
(Retro)
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